I'm the mother flippin' RhymenocerousMy beats are fly and the birds are on my backAnd I'm hornyI'm hornyIf you choose to proceed you will indeed concedeCos I hit you with my flowThe Wild Rhino Stampede.I'm not just wild, I'm trained,DomesticatedI was raised by a rapper and rhino that datedAnd subsequently procreatedThat's how it goesHere's the HiphopopotamusThe hip hop hippoThey call me the HiphopopotamusMy lyrics are bottomlessThey call me the HiphopopotamusFlows that glow like phosphorousPoppin' off the top of this esophagusRockin' this metropolisI'm not a large water-dwelling mammalWhere did you get that preposterous hypothesis?Did Steve tell you that, perchance?Steve.My rhymes and records they don't get playedBecause my records and rhymes they don't get madeAnd if you rap like me you don't get paidAnd if you roll like me you don't get laid.My rhymes are so potent that in this small segmentI made all of the ladies in the area pregnantYes, sometimes my lyrics are sexistBut you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this.Other rappers dis meSay my rhymes are sissy.Why? Why? Why?What?Why exactly?What? Why?Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?Why?Why, because I rap about reality?Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party.Hey! Ho!I'm the motherflippin'I'm the motherflippin'I'm the motherflippin'Who's the motherflippin?I'm the motherflippin'I'm the motherflippin'I'm the motherflippin'Motherflippin'